• Nothing like Highschool
    RPG - 50 - English - ©Tamatoa

    Roles      ☠      Talking      ☠      Drama


    Roles

    Boys - 5
    Username ~ Name ~ Age ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ Page
    Sarn ~ Val(entino) Jack Lyne ~ 18 ~ Popular nice guy/psychopath ~ Kian Lawley ~ 1.4
    Webster ~ Fergus Fraser ~ 19 ~ The Artist ~ Herman Tommeraas ~ 1.4
    Kendol ~ Name ~ Age ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ Page
    Webster ~ Archibald Arlington~ 19 ~ The Anti-Hunter~ Florian Neuville ~ 1.4
    Sameer ~ Name ~ Age ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ Page

    Girls - 7 - STOP
    Username ~ Name ~ Age ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ Page
    Cranston ~ Ailsa Nielsen ~ 17 ~ Bubbles ~ Hermione Corfield ~ 1.4
    Ziegler ~ Tansy Elizabeth Jenner ~ 17 ~ Teacher's pet ~ Oliwia Wedzicha ~ 3
    Eternitarian ~ Nicole 'Sully' Sullivan ~ 17 ~ Firecracker ~ Anna Christine Speckhart ~ 3
    Carneliana ~ Name ~ Age ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ Page
    Yellowstone ~ Hannah Sawyer ~ 17 ~ Clumsy Marshmellow ~ Scarlett Leithold ~ 3
    Sameer ~ Alessandra Flores ~ 18 ~ Wallflower ~ Chiara Scelsi ~ 3
    Soco ~ Eve Marilyn Freyz ~ 16 ~ Status ~ Faceclaim ~ 1.4
    Iratus ~ Lidiya Delov ~ 16 ~ Follower ~ Maria Almenta Poole ~ 3

    Partners
    Val & Hannah
    Fergus & Sully
    Tansy & Alessandra
    Dude & Ailsa



    The beginning
    It's the 21st of March, a month after their annual move to 'warmer' resorts (this year, our characters all went to Dubhaile, Scotland). everything is sort of back to normal, and they still have more than a month untill their exams. It's a friday afternoon (14:00) and to celebrate the beginning of spring, the students don't have classes for the rest of the day. The oldest (and ofcourse, most popular/richest) students will host the annual springparty later that night, in one of the old, unused hangars in the northern part of the school's domain. Every student older than 15 talks about it, as it is one of those events you look forward to the entire year.



    [center] Borealis

    Location & Map
    Location

    ❖ Russian Siberia (East)
    ❖ Average temp: -10°C
    ❖ Isolated, but large city, around 25km south.
    The winter is very long (half september till the end of april) and very cold. Snow only falls in september and october , but stays the entire winter. Summer is short and hot during the day, cool/cold during the night.
    ❖ Because of the isolation, there are a lot of lone vampires and werewolves. If you don't get the logic - which is probably, bc this sounds weird - just ask me, bc I don't wanna explain right now.


    Location & Map
    The school owns a large area of woods, a lake, sportareas and the buildings. There's also a lot underground. It looks old on the outside, but it's actually quite modern. There's a small airport in the north.
    WiFi & phonesignal

    Up - the image is clickable
    1)Administration
    2) Reception
    There's a gate inbetween 1 and 2
    3) Dorms (b) and living space (a) students
    4) Dorms (b) and living space (a) personel
    5) Cafeteria
    6) Dorms and livingspace travelers
    7) Classrooms age 6 - 12
    8) Classrooms age 12 - 6
    9) Music room and theatre

                                                   
    10) Library
    11) Theoretical classes
    12) Infirmary
    13) Shop
    A) Icehockeyfield
    B) Basketballfields
    C) Running track
    D) Rugbyfield
    E) Football field

                           
    1) This is where all the paperwork occurs.
    2) This is where new students and travelers sign up. It's also where you have to go when you're 'sent to the principal'.
    3) This is where the students sleep and live when they're not doing anything else. Every student has a room and a small bathroom on their own. There are four floors. The first and second floor are for the children between the ages of 6 and 12. The third and fourth floor are for the students between the ages of 13 and 20. The girls sleep on the 1st and 3rd floor, while the boys sleep on the 2nd and 4th floor. Showers are mutual and there's 10 of them on every floor. In the livingspace you have a few large rooms with TV's, pooltables, whatever you can think of.
    4) This is where the teachers and other staffmembers live and sleep. It's similar to that of the students, except there are only two floors. The women sleep on the second floor, while the men sleep on the first. There's only one, large living room.
    5) This is where everybody eats. There's room for about 400 people, so it's never full and everybody can sit where they want. There's always bread and breakfast available. If you want to eat something warm, you'll have to be there between 11 AM and 9 PM (21).
    6) These are the bedrooms of the guests. There aren't many of them, but it suffices. They have seperate rooms with their own bathrooms. There's a small, mutual livingroom.

    7) This is where the smaller children have their 'normal' classes. It's comparable to elementary school.
    8) This is where the teenagers have their 'normal' classes. It's something in between middle and highschool.
    9) This building has two rooms: A music room (with all the instruments you can think off) and a large aula, suitable for around 600 people.
    10) This is the library. Students can study and read here. Besides the normal world books, there are also a lot of books about the Hunter world. Most of them are copies of the originals.
    11) This is where the students get their theoretical classes. Half of the building resembles more of a museum, though.
    12) This is where the sick and injured are treated. They are prepared for a lot, but when someone is hurt really bad, there's always a small airplane or helicopter available.
    13) This is where students can shop. From clothes and toothpaste to weapons, alcohol and sigarettes, you can find almost anything here. And if you can't, you're allowed to order it here as well.
    A - E) Only maintained when used a lot

    1) Archives
    2) Lab 1
    3) Lab 2
    4) Shooting range
    5) Great Hall
    6) Small Hall
    7) Hall of knives
    8) Gym
    9) Fitness
    10) Pool

                                                                                                                                 

    Down - Image is clickable
    1) This is where the school keeps all the original books and all the records of every person who has walked through the gates.
    2) This is the research labaratory of the school. It's full of weird stuff and it's very modern, but it lacks WiFi.
    3) This is the weapon development labaratory of the school. It's full of weird stuff and it's very modern, but it lacks WiFi.
    4) This is a large shooting range. It's always kept in top condition.
    5) It resembles a gym, but it has a simulationprogram and all kinds of weaponry.
    6) This resembles a dojo. It's where the close combat classes take place. There are matts and mirrors.
    7) This is the place where you can train with all the non-shooting weapons.
    8) This is just a regular gym. You can play all kinds of sports here.





    Rules
    ❖ Alcohol is forbidden under the age of 17
    ❖ Cigarettes are forbidden under the age of 15
    ❖ All drugs are forbidden
    ❖ Guns and other shooting weapons aren't allowed outside the shooting range, unless you have permission
    ❖ Students are not allowed to enter the Archives
    ❖ Students are not allowed to leave the terrain without permission
    ❖ Students from the ages 6 to 12 have to be in their building between 8:30 PM and 7 AM
    ❖ Students from the ages 6 to 12 have to be on their floor between 9:30 PM and 6 AM
    ❖ Students from the ages 6 to 12 have to be in their room between 10 PM and 5:30 AM
    ❖ Students from the ages 13 to 20 have to be in their building between 10:30 PM and 5 AM
    ❖ Students from the ages 13 to 20 have to be on their floor between 11 PM and 5 AM
    ❖ Students from the ages 13 to 20 have to be in their room between 12 PM and 5 AM
    ❖ Students have to pay their respects for every graduated hunter.
    ❖ To avoid misuse of the previous rules, every graduated hunter has to leave the school for at least two years.
    ❖ The rooms will be checked every sunday. Privacy will be kept, but the dorms have to be clean and tidy.
    ❖ No one is allowed to hurt anyone in anyway, unless it's during training.
    ❖ Pets are allowed


    Students
    ❖ This isn't a school for every regular hunter. In fact, only three kinds of children end up here:
    - The ones who don't have a Hunter family that is big enough to give them the proper training. They are usually sent by their parents or other family members.
    - Orphans. They are the ones who are discovered and usually don't know anything about Hunters until they arrive at the school.
    - The troublemakers and unwanted. These children are usually so awful their family sent them away to gain some discipline. Most children belong in this group.

    ❖ The school houses children between the age of 6 and 20. That means every child has had the test with the photograph and everyone stays - unless something really serious happened - until their graduation.
    ❖ These children do not excist for the normal world. They don't have valid papers, or those won't be used.
    ❖ At the moment, there are 186 students housed. There are 53 teachers and 16 other staffmembers.


    Vacation
    Although this is a hard environment and there isn't much space for mental issues and care, they are not entirely unreasonable. The children can leave the school.
    ❖ They spend the coldest period of the year (half december - half februari) in a different country. Usually somewhere in Europe or North-America. The school will be divided in groups of maximum 50 and be stationed at a Quarter. This is not a break and the lessons (usually exams) will continue.
    ❖ The schoolyear ends on the 16th of June. It starts again on the 23rd of July.
    ❖ They get to go on a vacation in juli. It's three weeks long and they can choose their own destination (one that's on the list (15)). After these three weeks, school starts again.
    ❖ They often get a few days of during the year.
    ❖ Last winter, they went to Dubhaile, Scotland.
    ❖ Although it's not allowed, there are often parties for the students aged 15 or older. They take place in some of the old, not used buildings further north on the terrain.


    Training
    ❖ 6 years old: The children are shown a picture of a vampire. If they cannot see them, they are hunters. This is the age they are allowed at the school.
    Start of theoretic lessons.
    ❖ 8 - 10 years old: The children get their partner - with a maximum age difference of two years, although they try to keep the difference as small as possible - and a small brand of a moon on their right wrist. They start as soon as the youngest of the two turns 8.
    Start of practical lessons.

    ❖ 11 - 13 years old: They get to go on their first hunt, but are not allowed to kill anything - unless it cannot be avoided. They are guided by at least one more experienced hunter couple, who do most of the job.
    Choice of specialisations.*
    Theoretic lessons stop.
    ❖ 14 - 16 years old: They get to go on their first, unguided hunt. This is - after graduation - the highlight of their study. This is the moment their first kill happens. After this day, they go on a hunt every two weeks. They get a larger, but simple tattoo. Whenever they reach a certain amount of kills, the tattoo gets more detailed. (1ste kill, 10de kill, 25ste kill, 50ste kill, 80ste kill 100ste kill, 145ste kill, 200ste kill. After this one, a new tatto will be started.)
    ❖ 18 - 20 years old: They graduate. There's a ceremony each year, but I'm too lazy to think off that. They get another brand of a sun on their left wrist. Afterwards, they get a week to pack their stuff and leave. They are not allowed to come back for at least 2 years. However, they are allowed to keep their contacts and see their friends, just not at school.
    ❖ Ofcourse, not every student arrives at the school at the age of 6. The ones who are older get an adapted cousre. It's usually more intense and a lot more difficult as they get the same amount of time. Students who arrive really late, usually never become true Hunters and will become Teachers or researchers.


    Lessons
    Normal

    They get a normal education, although it's a bit easier than usual. It's a lot of selfstudy and it's only the basic classes. The older you get, the more you have to do on your own.
    ❖ Math
    ❖ English
    ❖ Russian
    ❖ Science (Chemistry, Physics & Biology)
    ❖ (Human) History
    ❖ Geography


    *Specialisations

    Every student gets basic training lessons. These are the things the students want to train extra. Another basic lesson is survivaling.
    Theoretics
    ❖ History & Research of monsters (H&RM): You'll learn everything there is to know about monsters, which isn't that much. This is a course that is looked down upon and not many students take it. The History part is quite extensive, but there isn't much budget and interest for the research.
    ❖ Firearms; History (FH): This is a course that cannot be taken alone. Students who follow weapondevelopment have to take it, while it's an option for the students who follow the course Firearms; Practice.
    ❖ Handarms; History (HH): This is a course that cannot be taken alone. Students who follow weapondevelopment have to take it, while it's an option for the students who follow the course Handarms; Practice.
    ❖ History & Research of Hunters (H&RH): You'll learn everything there is to know about Hunters, which isn't that much. This is a course that is looked down upon and not many students take it. The History part is quite extensive, but there isn't much budget and interest for the research.
    Practice
    ❖ Kill & Conquer; Vampires (KCV): This is the course where you'll learn every detail about killing vampires.
    ❖ Kill & Conquer; Werewolves (KCW): This is the course where you'll learn every detail about killing werewolves.
    ❖ Firearms; Practice (FP): You'll learn about guns and everything that shoots. You also learn how to use most of them, and choose a few to specialise in.
    ❖ Handarms; Practice (HP): You'll learn about knives, swords and every weapon that doesn't require munition. You also learn how to use most of them, and choose a few to specialise in.
    ❖ Close Combat (CC): Here you'll learn how to fight when you don't have a weapon.
    Both
    ❖ Weapon Development (WD): Here you'll learn how to change, improve or invent weapons of all kinds and other aids for hunting. Students who take this course also have to follow the History of both kinds of weapons.
    ❖ Medicine: This is where you'll learn advanced first aid and everything else you need to know about healing and stuff. The students can choose how many years they'll take this course and when to start, as it's based at level and not at age.
    ❖ Foreign Cooperation (FC): This is already very specific. The students who take this course will be Travelers, which are some kind of ambassadors/negotiators. This course includes at least 2 more languages (choosing from Arabic, Portuguese, Chinese, Spanish & French), communication and culture & customs. They also take two more short trips to other countries, in octobre and march.


    Exams

    ❖ They have regular tests
    ❖ There are midterm exams in january and final exams in the last and first two weeks of june.


    Money
    ❖ To keep it easy, we'll just use the euro. I don't have a clue what the normal prices are in Russia (1 euro = almost 60 ruble, but idk how much a bottle of water costs, ya know.)
    ❖ Every student gets some pocket money. When they're younger than 12, they get 20 the month. When they're older, they get 40.
    ❖ Kids who still have a family, often get more money sent to them.
    ❖ The students can earn some money when they do chores.


    Sports
    ❖ There are only teams when the interest is big enough. They play a lot of sports during training, but outside of that it depends. I'll go further on with this if people are interested.

                                                                                                                                       

    Relationshit.





    Hunters

    ❖ At least one of the parents has to be a Hunter as well. That's the only requirement.
    ❖ Hunters cannot turn into a monster.
    ❖ Hunters can recognize monsters, they're more fit physically and they are more resistant to pain and illness.
    ❖ At the proper age, they have to take a test. The results of this test determine the partner. Hunters almost never hunt without their partner and they learn to train together. They can, however, take different courses. Every combination (male x male, male x female, female x female, ...) is possible and there are no restrictions on the relationship between them.
    ❖ There are a few rules every hunter has to keep:
          - Humans have to be kept out at all costs. This means physically, but also by knowledge.
          - Werewolves may not be harmed when they are in human form, unless it's self-defence.
          - One bullet is better than two.
          - Never make a vampire go into a Tantrum on purpose
          - Never hurt a non-feeding member of the Colonies.


    Monsters

    If you've got the time and motivation; you can read everything about vampires and werewolves here. If you don't; just keep this shit in mind:
    Vampires
    ❖ Hunters recognize them because they do not have a reflection or show on images and film. This is uniquely for Hunters.
    ❖ They can die when you cut of their head, damage their heart enough or put them on fire.
    ❖ Their biggest weakness is sunlight for young vampires, and elektricity for them all. And fire, but that's kind of everybody's weakness.
    Werewolves
    ❖ Hunters recognize them because their irises are completely black (not their entire eyes, just the colourpart). Only Hunters can see this.
    ❖ They can die whenever you hurt them enough.
    ❖ Only changed werewolves are a target. It's forbidden to kill a werewolf in humanform, unless it's self-defense.
    ❖ Their biggest weakness is silver.


    Rules

    Huisregels
    ❖ Only Tamatoa is allowed to open new topics, unles I ask differently
    Whenever there is an issue, send me and/or the person involved a pb or gb. Don't put it in the topic. This is not to silence anything, but I've seen (and have been on both sides, I'll admit that) it happen when someone points something out, a lot of people react to it. There is nothing wrong with that, but it can feel like an attack and I want to avoid that. Long story short; I'm sick of the drama, whether watching it, or being part of it. This does not apply to questions. (Don't spam me)
    ❖ Maximum three characters, with at least two different sexes
    ❖ OOC clearly indicated or do it in the Talktopic
    ❖ Mentioned in your post: Who, where and with whom. A special lay-out is not obligated.
    ❖ Your post only has to be at least 50 words. That's almost nothing, so I hope there will be more posts, as they are less time consuming.
    ❖ Posts and roles have to be in English. Everything else doesn't really matter. You can choose
    ❖ If you need more information about RPG'ing, go check this out

                                                                                                                                                               


    [ bericht aangepast door Frisk op 30 juli 2017 - 21:41 ]


    Mhm?

    Just ignore this one, I saw the skip and I thought, yeah, that's better. So I posted a new one.

    [ bericht aangepast door Sombre op 10 aug 2017 - 21:03 ]


    - thank you for existing -

    Cole      Royse      Lockwood
    'The dickhead'

    Cole - 19 y/o - the party - alone - having a drink - outfit

    It wasn't really crowded at the party, at least, not yet. I walked towards the drinks and snacks and put down a bottle of licor Cuarenta Y Tres, I always brought that licor to party's myself. I grabbed a cup and poured the licor in it, just a small amount. I took a sip and tasted the perfect taste of the licor, I just really loved this one. The taste really got to me and my mood just went up a bit. It's weird that a good licor makes me happy. I took a chip from a bowl and ate it. I watched a few students talk to each other, I didn't really know who I could talk to, so i decided to just sit somewhere. There were seats close to the beer pong table, so I decided to sit there. If people were going to play beer pong, I might just join. I always had a thing for beer pong, plus, I'm actually not bad at the game, since I have a sharp eye, I hit almost every ball. Except when I start to get tipsy, my sight really sucks when I'm tipsy. I sat quietly, enjoying my drink when suddenly my phone buzzed.
    TEXT from father
    How is school so far son?
    Dad

    I just ignored the message, it wasn't like my father really cared about how school was going. I just took a sip from my drink and sat there, enjoying the music that was actually really nice.


    'Could you just shut the fuck up,
    for once in your life.'



    - thank you for existing -

    AILSA NIELSEN
    17 | bubbles | hangar | with fergus | outfit + tight, overknee socks & shoes

    ✿✿✿


    "You still have probably like three sweaters of mine in your closet, you thief. First a user, now a thief. And still people think you're an innocent bubble of happiness. It goes beyond me."
          I stuck out my tongue to him. "I'm nota thief, I'm just borrowing them. You will get them back..." I paused for a moment and grinned. "Eventually."
          He stood up and I followed him to the boys' dormitories, where I hesitated a little it at the beginning of the big living room. Honestly? I didn't really like the boys' dormitories that much, they always made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I only walked to Feliks' room when he motioned for me to come, which made the guys erupt in noise. My cheeks turned tomatored while I tried to ignore the sounds.
          "Right. Excuse the mess. Here. How many d'you reckon fit in your bra?"
          I rolled my eyes at him and looked down at my boobs. "It will make them look weird and I don't want people looking at them, so no. Can't you just put them in a backpack?"

          In the end, Feliks and I managed to get the alcohol to the hangar, without the teachers noticing it. I beforehand thought it would be way too much, but everyone was drinking like crazy, eventhough the party only just started. I was still sipping from my first drink, while I unconciously was looking around if I saw Val somewhere. I didn't see him, but I did see Fergus.
          "Hey there." I smiled brightly at him. "The party is fun, you guys did well. Do you want to play a bit of beerpong later?"

    [ bericht aangepast door Shadowsinger op 11 aug 2017 - 0:04 ]


    To the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered

    Archibald ‘Archie’ Arlington
    Do not throw a ball at me ——— I will break a leg, get the flu and sprain a wrist all at once.

    19 • English • The Anti—Hunter • Hangar • @ Feliks • Outfit

          Archie looks around bewildered, not knowing what he should do at a gathering like this. After he entered the hangar, some of the other Hunters looked at him with an entertaining look on their faces. Archie knows it must be because of his outfit, which makes him think back at this afternoon. Without announcement or knocking, Gerard walked into his bedroom and nodded once at the clothes on the bed before disappearing again. When he returned, his arms were full of his own clothes and that was the start of a parade of over an hour where Archie tried on all the possible outfits. Gerard — Archie can’t think of him as Gaz — decided on a full black one: combat boots, faded pants and a shirt that worked like a miracle on Archie’s chest because he looks a bit bigger and stronger because of it. Archie had taken off the leather jacket and hung it next to the exit of the hangar, knowing he’d get too warm in it.
          Archie looks around and spots Val. Of course, he’d thank all the hosts for inviting him to the gathering and compliment them on the outcome. Archie pulls his shoulders back and goes to work, feeling the nerves fluttering in his stomach.

    •••

          Archie looks down on his right arm, there’s a strange constellation on it with neon paint — Fergus didn’t even listen to his thanks. Archie pulls up his shirt a bit, to look at the moon painted on his left hip. Archie feels his cheeks turning red, pushing his shirt down as quick as possible. What was Fergus thinking?!
          Archie sighs, knowing that he’s got one more host to go — the host he doesn’t want to thank for all of this. But still, he’s been to Fergus and Val — so he can’t just skip Feliks, even though it’s so awkward Archie wants nothing more than run off.
          When Archie spots Feliks, the fellow Hunter stands next to a table with alcohol. Archie walks up to him with still red cheeks, fumbling with the hem of his shirt — conscious about his entire being. He tries to lean on the table with a casual air, but fails when he puts his hand in a puddle of alcohol and making a face — wiping his hand on his brand new pants.
          ‘Uh — Feliks — Hey. I didn’t you know would. . . I mean. . . I want to thank you for. . .’ Archie makes a gesture with his hands towards the room, flipping over a bottle of liquor in the process. ‘Oh fuck,’ he mumbles, putting the bottle upright again before the liquor can spill out of it. ‘I wanted to bring some of this, but I didn’t know how to. . . you know.’ Archie has no idea how or where he can get alcohol, so he decided he’d just turn up and be extremely polite. ‘You look really great,’ he then stumbles, fumbling his hands together.


    Fergus Fraser
    He was a rainbow ——— in a colorblind world.

    19 • Scottish • The Artist • Hangar • & Aisla • OutfitHost

    [justify]      ‘Fergus, some more over here?’
          With a strange look, Fergus looks down at the hands of the girl that are trailing over her breasts. Frowning, he thinks to himself that she is mad if she wants him to paint her breasts — those are too. . . Shaking with his head, Fergus walks on towards the next person who wants to get paint on them — some juniors. Fergus thinks the little Hunters are here for the first time, so he decides to give them some extra attention so the girls will love them tonight.
          ‘Um, Fergus? I want to thank. . .’
          ‘Vampires and Werewolves, Arlington — what the fuck is this?!’
          Fergus looks up and down Archie, who looks much better than outside of the hangar. Fergus doesn’t know what is it, though — but he decides to make it better with adding some paint.
          ‘Go on, hot stud.’
          Fergus smiles one last time at Archie, before moving on to a group of girls — who start to giggle at this sight, before crawling all around him and pulling his paint brushes from his pockets.
          ‘You look good, Fergus.’
          Fergus looks down towards his clothes: black pants with holes at his knees, a white shirt with multiple rips (thanks to the other seniors) that show the neon paint on his torso and his leather jacket. Some girl from the juniors has put a red bandana on his head, perfect outfit for something like this — in Fergus’ opinion. When the girls start pushing him and urging him to paint them — all with too little clothes on — Fergus sighs, where is Sully is he needs her at things like this? But then, he sees Ailsa from the corner of his sight and apologizes to the girls before escaping the crowd.
          ‘Hey there. The party is fun, you guys did well. Do you want to play a bit of beer pong later?’
          Fergus smiles at Ailsa, before giving her a once over in a not so subtle manner. Fergus isn’t looking at her with interest, though — he’s just impressed that she can move around at heels like that. Sully never wore heels. Fergus wasn’t even sure she owned them. But it’d look damn good on her, with those legs and. . . Fergus shakes his head, looking back at Ailsa’s face again.
          ‘Damn, Ailsa — you look like you’re on fire. Val would go crazy when he sees you.’ Fergus is aware of the old relationship between Ailsa and Val — that’s reason enough to keep his own hands off of her. ‘I’ll play some beer pong with you later, if you let me paint you.’ Fergus wiggles his eyebrows, pulling one of his paint brushes out of pocket. ‘I promise I’ll make a work of art out of you, artists code.’ Fergus holds up two fingers as a promise. ‘Oh, by the way, you’ve seen Sully already? I need to paint her as well.’


    Sully
    17 • Hangar • Alone • Outfit + shoes & red lips

          Sully twirls around once to watch herself in her closet mirror. She looks like someone else — she'd say. But at the same time she's never looked better. It stings her, though, that in a minuscule second she finds herself looking like her mother once had. She'd always been a graceful, beautiful lady. Just the way Sully looks right now. It's too late to go change or go for a pair of pants, so she decides to just go through with it. Wasn't she supposed to meet up with Regina in the first place?
          The brown haired femme fatale leaves the dormitories, that are frankly almost abandoned. Maybe being fashionably late will have it's perks. Maybe not. She finds her way to the hangar where the party is supposed to take place — and is immediately welcomed by the music and the people who're already there. The black and neon lights hoover around them and makes the paint on some of them light up like magic. Sully can't hold back a smile, thinking of the single person who'd have thought of bodypaint.
          ‘Sully?’
    She takes the baffled tone in Marshall Ancloe's voice as a compliment when he can't help his eyes from wandering her head to toe. Boys will be boys, won't they?
          ‘Care for a drink? Maybe a dance?’
    He's charming, but she doesn't really feel like bouncing around on her heels. So she just shakes her head and goes to grab herself a drink instead. There's plenty of alcohol — luckily, because she didn't mind bringing some herself. Sully spots Regina in a corner, who doesn't really look like she's having a great time. She sighs, thinking of whether or not to save the girl, as she sips from the cup that matches her lips.


    Corylus; the hazel—tree

    AILSA NIELSEN
    17 | bubbles | hangar | with fergus | outfit + tight, overknee socks & shoes

    ✿✿✿


    Fergus smiled at me and gave me an onceover, but I didn't pay much attention to it as he probably just was looking at my clothes.
          "Damn, Ailsa — you look like you’re on fire. Val would go crazy when he sees you."
          I shrugged and laughed, a little bit insecure. "I'm not so sure about that." I really wasn't. Val was one of the most popular guys in school and could basically get every girl he wanted. Also, some of the other girls were dressed much more... naked. "I mean, I'm not really sexily dressed, he probably likes the eh, clothes of the others girls more." I was seriously wondering if they weren't freezing their bums of, cause it was still cold outside. There still was snow! I wouldn't be surprised if some would be sick tomorrow....
          "I’ll play some beer pong with you later, if you let me paint you. I promise I’ll make a work of art out of you, artists code. Oh, by the way, you’ve seen Sully already? I need to paint her as well.’"
          "Oh no, sorry. I haven't seen her, but the party just started so you'll have all night to paint her." I smiled brightly at him. "And of course you can paint me, but I don't really have much you can paint on." I looked down at my outfit. Now I kind of got why some of the girls were dressed so naked, because that left more room for paint. Softly I bit on my lip and I looked up at Fergus. "Should I change my outfit?"


    To the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered

    TANSY ELIZABETH JENNER
    17 • Australian • Teacher's Pet • At the party • Cole • Outfit


    Tansy was niet snel nerveus, maar ze was behoorlijk zenuwachtig om naar het feest te gaan. Het zou letterlijk haar eerste feestje ooit worden, op de standaard verjaardagsfeestjes van de familie na. Tansy had nog nooit alcohol gedronken en de gevolgen van haar eerste slok beangstigden haar. Toch had Alessandra haar overgehaald. Ergens voelde Tansy zich te goed om überhaupt naar zo'n feest te gaan, maar ze zette zich over haar trots heen. Daarom leende ze een outfit van Rachel, een van haar klasgenoten en liet ze hetzelfde meisje haar volledig opmaken. Tansy droeg gewoonlijk niets een make-up, dus het voelde als een hele transformatie. Misschien kon haar dat juist goed uitkomen, omdat niemand haar zou herkennen als ze iets stoms zou doen.
          Niet veel later kwam Tansy aan op het feestje. Met veel pijn en moeite wist ze overeind te blijven op de rode hakken. Rachel stond erop dat ze de outfit af zou maken met hoge hakken, terwijl Tansy liever op het feestje zou verschijnen met gemakkelijke sneakers. Ongemakkelijk keek Tansy om zich heen. Ze herkende veel mensen in de ruimte, maar zo goed als niemand was echt haar aandacht waard. Tansy liep langs wat mensen af en bleef even verbaasd kijken naar de beerpongtafel. Alsof ze volledig boven iedereen stond, rolde ze haar ogen en wandelde verder. In de verte zag ze Cole zitten. Omdat hij één van de weinigen was van wie ze daadwerkelijk de naam wist, besloot ze om op hem af te wandelen. Ondertussen brak ze bijna haar enkel op de hoge hakken. Geïrriteerd gromde ze. Eenmaal bij Cole aangekomen, trok ze gefrustreerd de rode hakken uit. Ze kromp spontaan tien centimeter.
          'The one who came up with these bitches, can die a very painful death if you ask me,,' sprak ze verbitterd. Ze keek naar Cole. 'And you're here on your own, because?'

    [ bericht aangepast door Ziegler op 13 aug 2017 - 15:16 ]


    Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking

    Cole      Royse      Lockwood
    'The dickhead'

    Cole - 19 y/o - the party - with Tansy - having a drink - outfit

    A few minutes passed and I really enjoyed watching everyone dance and have a good time. Some of the students even had bodypaint that glowed up in the blacklight, I have to admit, it looked awesome. I'm not a party animal like that, I like other parties more, the ones where you dress nice and drink fancy licor. From a distance I saw someone walking towards me, she had brown long hair and an adorable face. I was surprised when she stood in front of me. She was wearing a gorgeous black dress with a red statement necklace and red high heels. I loved it when girls dressed up like that, fancy, showing how beautiful they are with clothes. It just, I don't know, completes the picture. A little frustrated she sat next to me and took of her heals. As frustrated as she took them of, she threw them on the ground.
          'The one who came up with these bitches, can die a very painful death if you ask me,' she said, very intimidating, which I kinda liked, because normally I'm the intimidating one with the big mouth.
          'A good evening to you too love,' I said, while checking her out. It was adorable how she just shrunk when she took of the heals.
          ''And you're here on your own, because?' the girl said, with a curious tone in her voice. It always surprises me when people ask me why I'm alone, wasn't it as obvious as i thought it was? No one really liked me, because I just don't really talk to people, people annoy the shit out of me, mostly. This girl however doesn't annoy me at all.
          'I was waiting for you to join me,' I was trying to say something nice, because, I don't usually do that. Maybe a change is a good thing. I raised up one corner of my mouth, to give a gentle smile. I turned towards her so I could look at her while we were talking, I raised one legg and crossed it on my other legg. One hand rested on my knee, the other was holding a drink.
          'And you're next to me, because?' I asked, as curious as I was, I would love to know why, out of all these people, she chose me.


    'Could you just shut the fuck up,
    for once in your life.'



    - thank you for existing -

    TANSY ELIZABETH JENNER
    17 • Australian • Teacher's Pet • At the party • Cole • Outfit


    'A good evening to you too love, antwoordde Cole na de tirade van Tansy. Ze keek hem even flauw aan, maar kon het niet laten om kort te lachen. 'I'm not that good with opening conversations,' bekende ze met een kleine lach op haar gezicht. Ze bekeek Cole. Hij was apart en dat was waarschijnlijk ook waarom ze juist naar hem toe was gelopen. Hij viel niet op, niet zoals de types als Val en Feliks en ze zou zich meer op haar gemak voelen bij Cole.
          'I was waiting for you to join me,' zei hij en in Tansy's oren leek hij enigszins oprecht te klinken. Daarom keek ze hem kort aan met een opgetrokken wenkbrauwen. Niemand zat echt te wachten op haar gezelschap, want ze was immers niet de gezelligste van de school. 'Right,' zei ze zacht met een toon vol ongeloof in haar stem. Ze speelde wat met de onderkant van haar jurkje. Ze voelde zich ongemakkelijk in het korte jurkje. Gewoonlijk liep ze rond in een spijkerbroek met een simpel t-shirt, ze hield niet van te veel poespas.
          Ondertussen bestudeerde ze Cole. Hij had een zelfverzekerde houding terwijl hij naar haar keek. Ze voelde zich niet geïntimideerd door hem en misschien was dat wel de reden waarom hij aardig tegen haar was. 'And you're next to me, because?' vroeg hij vervolgens. Tansy lachte kort. 'Well to be honest,' begon ze, waarna ze zich naar hem toe draaide zodat ze hem beter aan kon kijken. 'This is my first party ever and by ever I mean really the first party in my life, not just at this school. And I was looking for some good company, not someone who would just force me to drink a lot of alcohol. And you were sitting here by yourself and no one should be alone at a party, right?' Ze betrapte haarzelf erop dat ze ratelde, iets wat ze totaal niet gewend was. 'But don't get me wrong, I don't think it's bad to sit on your own. It's just that I don't understand why you're alone at a party like this?'


    Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking

    Cole      Royse      Lockwood
    'The dickhead'

    Cole - 19 y/o - the party - with Tansy - having a drink - outfit

          'Right,' Tansy said with a confused tone in her voice. I could feel how her eyes rolled over my face and body, she was studying me, just like I was studying her earlier. I didn't mind though, I had a little bit of arrogance so it just made me confident. She wasn't impressed of my attitude at all, I can appreciate that.
          'And you're next to me, because?' I asked her, curiously. A smile appeared on her face, which made her look so sweet and innocent. I could never imagine a girl like this to be a hunter.
          'Well to be honest,' she said while she turned to me. 'This is my first party ever and by ever I mean really the first party in my life, not just at this school. And I was looking for some good company, not just someone who would just force me to drink a lot of alcohol. And you were sitting here by yourself and no one should be alone at a party right?' the words came out of her mouth very fast and it was kinda hard to follow, but I understood. I smiled to her and raised my eyebrows.
          'But don't get me wrong, I just don't think it's bad to sit on your own. It's just that I don't understand why you're alone at a party like this?' that question was a tough one, how am I going to explain this without scaring her. I took a deep breath and bit on my lip for a second.
          'Well, for starters, I'm actually an arrogant dickhead, but I'm in a good mood at the moment and you don't trigger my nerves.' I said honestly, she wasn't triggering my nerves, the only thing she was triggering, was lust. She's gorgeous and I'm having a little trouble with holding myself together at this moment. I would take any girl to a quiet place, but she just seems so Innocent and a little bit too sweet for me to ruin her hart. I couldn't live with that, I suppose.
    I saw that she was playing with the skirt of her dress, was she nervous? That couldn't be.
          'I love your dress, by the way. Looks gorgeous on you,' I said while giving her dress a second look. I looked at my drink and remembered the words she said, "Not someone who would just force me to drink a lot of alcohol". I would never make someone drink a lot of alcohol, but if she hasn't taste licor Cuarenta Y Tres , she had to taste that.
          'Have you ever had this?' I said while holding up my drink.



    'Could you just shut the fuck up,
    for once in your life.'



    - thank you for existing -


    Feliks Ilya Konstantin Vasilyev
    19 — Slut/Russian Prince — Hangars — With Archibald — A host

    Feliks regarded the party with crossed arms and a content smile on his face. Almost everyone had showed up and people seemed to enjoy themselves thoroughly. The neon paintings Ferugs had placed on the bodies of their classmates were glowing beautifully under the black lights and Feliks really liked the way they seemed to detach from those bodies and float around the room on their own.
          He himself had gotten a neon-makeover as well, though he was glad it wasn't as excessive as he'd seen on others. Whilst some of Feliks' classmates had opted for a no-shirt outfit, Feliks was wearing dark ripped jeans and an expensive white shirt. He'd also put on a snapback when he left his room, but he'd already managed to loose it and was at present unable to relocate it.
          The first hour or something, Feliks didn't do much. He greeted people, told them were the alcohol was and just basically made sure everything was cool and there were no teachers sneaking in. After most of them seemed to be at the party, he went to get a drink with the intention of looking for Ailsa or Val. He never got there, however, as Archie suddenly appeared next to him. The dixie cup filled with a mix of vodka and applejuice floated in front of Feliks' lip as he watched Archie stumble around, putting a hand in some spilled beer and wiping it clean on his pants.
          'Uh — Feliks — Hey. I didn’t you know would... I mean... I want to thank you for...' Archie began. When he knocked over a bottle, Feliks' hand dived down to catch it before it could fall of the floor, but Archie was faster. Accidentally, their fingers touched, and Feliks tried to nonchalantly act like nothing happened by putting his hand in his pocket and leaning with his hip against the table.
          He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Archie to finish. 'I wanted to bring some of this, but I didn't know how to... you know.'
          Feliks smirked. 'It's not so hard,' he answered and smiled when Archie complimented him. 'Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself.' He checked Archie out shamelessly. He did look good, looking broader in that shirt, though that could also be the lighting. Feliks took a sip of his cocktail. 'Wasn't sure you'd show, though,' Feliks continued. 'I didn't think parties were your sort of thing. You used to never want to come with, though there was probably some other reason for that too.' He knew he sounded salty, and he didn't really mean to. But he was still sort of pissed of and he thought he was right to.
          'Anyway,' Feliks said, taking on his role as host again with a smile. 'Help yourself to some drinks. There's vodka and some other shit, beer's under the table.
    And have fun I guess.'


    and
    i
    wanna
    come
    home
    to
    you


    [This sucks a lot, sorry]

    [ bericht aangepast door Greenfeld op 15 aug 2017 - 17:43 ]


    kindness is never a burden.

    Archibald ‘Archie’ Arlington
    Do not throw a ball at me ——— I will break a leg, get the flu and sprain a wrist all at once.

    19 • English • The Anti—Hunter • Hangar • @ Feliks • Outfit

          ‘It’s not so hard.’
          Archie nods a couple of times, showing that he understand what Feliks is telling him. Although, Archie doesn’t believe the fact that it’s not so hard to get alcohol around here — the teachers must think less of the students who use it, not?
          ‘Thanks — you don’t look so bad yourself.’
          Archie feels his cheeks turning red when Feliks’s gaze travels over his outfit without shame. Archie still isn’t used to the fact that Feliks looks at him like that — or used to look at him like that. . . After their short fling, it still makes him feel uncomfortable — making him want to disappear in one of his huge sweaters so there isn’t a thing to look at.
          ‘Wasn’t sure you’d show, though. I didn’t think parties were your sort of thing — you used to never want to come with, though there was probably some other reason for that too. Anyway, help yourself to some drinks. There’s vodka and some other shit, beer’s under the table. And have fun, I guess.’
          Within seconds, the red color on Archie’s cheek has disappeared — making him a pale white underneath the fluorescent lamps. Feliks just kicked him in the nuts without even blinking an eye — using only words. Archie doesn’t like pain, but words can hurt him more than feet or fists ever could. Archie feels himself welling up, but he doesn’t want to give Feliks the satisfaction of seeing him shed his tears. Although half of the school has seen that already. . .
          Archie swallows, pushing his hands into his pockets so he can’t lean into spilled beer again (it feels and smells disgusting all the same). He tries to meet Feliks’s gaze, but fails when he notices that the tears come up quicker when he sees the blink in Feliks’s eyes.
          ‘Yeah, well — perhaps I’ve changed.’ Nothing could be more of a lie. ‘A—And I will have fun. Yes. Who knows, I might even dance with someone. Hugo looks nice in his new outfit.’ Archie can almost feel his stomach coming up into his throat, but he keeps his face clean of expressions — or at least, he tries, because he’s quite sure he looks terrified to death right now. Archie can’t even think about dancing with someone, female or male for that matter. He looks towards his shoes with interest and wiggles a bit with his hands inside his pockets. ‘Thanks for the welcoming. You’re a good host,’ he mutters.


    Fergus Fraser
    He was a rainbow ——— in a colorblind world.

    19 • Scottish • The Artist • Hangar • & Ailsa • OutfitHost

          ‘Oh, no — sorry. I haven’t seen her, but the party just started so you’ll have all night to paint her. And of course you can paint me, but I don’t really have much you can paint on.’
          Fergus looks towards Ailsa’s outfit again, searching for places where he could paint some neon colors on her.
          ‘Should I change my outfit?’
          Fergus looks up in surprise, because most of the girls here are quite confidence about their looks and outfits — perhaps the fact that Ailsa’s outfit is more covering her up makes her feel uncomfortable. Fergus scratches his temple with one of his paint brushes, leaving a bright pink stain.
          ‘Hell, of course not. You look perfect, Ailsa. Although I’ll bet five bucks that those shoes are off before the end of the evening. And I can paint this.’
          Fergus takes Ailsa’s hand in his and looks at the bare skin with great interest before pulling a couple of paint brushes out and holding them in his free hand.
          ‘No worries. I’ll make it a masterpiece.’
          Fergus starts working with great concentration, dabbing a couple of times in the bright yellow paint before turning her arm upside down. After a while, he pushes the paint brushes back in his pocket, smiling with a broad grin.
          ‘Tadaa — look at it. I’m sure you’ll love it, it’s your house thing after all — isn’t it?’
          Fergus looks at his work: stripes of silver and yellow decorate Ailsa’s right arm, here and there interrupted with small stars and something that supposes to be a wand. Fergus doesn’t get Harry Potter, but Ailsa talked about it couple of times with Feliks when he was around.
          ‘I know. I know. It’s supposed to be black and yellow, but black won’t light up at this party. So give me a break, pretty please?’


          Valentino     
    Outside & Hangar / Ailsa & Fergus / Not sure what mood he is in / Host / Outfit


    I licked it.

    I probably did something stupid. Eventhough I killed the lone vampire rather quickly, chopped off his head, burned him and burried the ashes deep in the snow, it was still stupid. I got the venom, because I had to suck it out of the wound on my arm. And it fucking hurts as hell. Considering I rarely feel pain, it's a concerning matter. And it's still bleeding.
          After Archie stumbled to his room, I started to think about it. Since I've hacked the school's radio system, I've heard about the few 'attacks' around the school that students aren't supposed to know about. I've always wanted to go out on my own, and since Hannah was sick, I couldn't think of a better opportunity. Well, excuse, because I have to admit I didn't think about the venom until it was stuck in my arm.
          I got back to the school only half an hour before the party and somehow sneaked in without anyone noticing the gigantic gap in my arm. After a quick shower and taking care of the wound, I managed to get to the hangars, right in time to increase the Wi-Fi range again, so people could share the secret party all over the internet. Love that. While I was doing that, Archie came to me and thanked me, but since I was concentrated on the computer and trying not to scratch my arm off, I simply smiled and completely forgot to inform him about our project.
          And that's how I got onto the dancefloor, without dancing and trying to brush off someone every three seconds. A few of them mentioned I'm not smiling, but I'm not in a bad mood either. I'm just... distracted I guess. Especially by the yellow skirt that catches my eye. Archibald disappears to the back of my mind, as I know every piece in Aisla's wardrobe and really need to see which snob she's talking to. Luckily for him, it's just Fergus and the rage I felt, turns into the annoyance I feel whenever I see Aisla, or at least since she broke up with me.
          "Fergie," I yell in excitement, that I don't feel, and also because the music is pretty damn loud. I lift my arms in the air, notice the pink - it was white when I left my room, shit - bandage looks like the fucking moon in the blacklight, and cross them behind my back as soon as I stand between them. "Aisla." My voice is sweet, soft and caring, as it has always been in public, but I know she knows it must be fake. She'd seen my face in the second she broke up with me and the people around us looked away from the awkward situation. She definitely knows how pissed I am about it.
          "Don't start about Harry Potter, mate. She might occupy your entire night, if you do," I grin.

    What are tenses

    So it's mine.


    Mhm?

    AILSA NIELSEN
    17 | bubbles | hangar | with fergus | outfit + tight, overknee socks & shoes

    ✿✿✿


    Fergus said something about me looking perfect and that my shoes would be off by the end of the night, but I just shrugged. I was pretty sure I didn't look perfect and that guys preferred the girls in the short dresses, but that was totally fine for me. Less attention towards me. Although, I was one of the few girls who wasn't wearing something like that, so it also kind of made me stand out. However, guys will be guys and drift towards halfnaked girls. I wasn't about to complain about that.
          Meanwhile, Fergus took my hand in his and started to paint it in the color of hufflepuff: yellow. It also matched my skirt, which I didn't just wear because it was hufflepuff's color (what Feliks probably wouldn't believe).
          "Tadaa, look at it. I’m sure you’ll love it, it’s your house thing after all, isn’t it?"
          "Hufflepuff. And almost," I laughed.
          "I know. I know. It’s supposed to be black and yellow, but black won’t light up at this party. So give me a break, pretty please?"
          "It's very pretty, so I'll forgive you, you Muggle."
          The conversation was interrupted by Val, who I kind of wanted to see, but also kind of not. We hadn't been so close to each other ever since we broke up. Or well, ever since I broke up with him.
          "Fergie. Aisla."
          Even though I knew that his tone wasn't sincere, the way he said my name still made me feel tingly. He wasn't really the amazing guy he pretended he was, but I dated him for two years, and him getting angry at me wasn't the only reason why it was difficult to break up with him. It was hard not to care about someone after such a long time. Still, I got very nervous, standing so close to him.
          "Don't start about Harry Potter, mate. She might occupy your entire night, if you do."
          "Harry Potter is amazing!" I exclaimed, defending my favorite fandom. "Maybe you are just a Squib, Val." I didn't actually know what would be worse in the Wizarding World: being a muggle or a squib. "And no, I'm not wearing a yellow skirt because it's Hufflepuff's color," I quickly added, because Val would probably think the same thing as Feliks. "Also, I could occupy your entire month by talking about Harry Potter. Did you know that Flitwick, the Ravenclaw Head, and Sprout, the Hufflepuff head, go Hufflepuff, were romantically involded once? For quite a long time actually. And the Gryffindor house head, McGonagall, she is amazing, she is basically her own patronus because she can turn into a cat and her patronus is a cat. How can you not love that? A patronus is an animal that protects you against Dementors," I babbled enthusiastically.


    To the stars who listen — and the dreams that are answered

    Fergus Fraser
    He was a rainbow ——— in a colorblind world.

    19 • Scottish • The Artist • Hangar • & Ailsa / Val > Sully • OutfitHost

          ‘Hufflepuff — and almost. It’s very pretty, so I’ll forgive you — you Muggle.’
          Fergus doesn’t even ask what the Hell a ‘Muggle’ is, which shows his disinterest. Besides, he’s got too much thoughts in his head — remembering all the book related stuff just isn’t an option. Fergus just smiles, finishing the last parts of the painting on her arm.
          ‘Fergie. Ailsa. Don’t start about Harry Potter, mate. She might occupy your entire night if you do.’
          ‘Harry Potter is amazing. Maybe you’re just a Squib, Val. And no, I’m not. . .’
          Fergus tuned out Ailsa’s voice in his head, not caring about witches or wizards. Grinning, he slaps his hand on Val’s shoulder and looks towards his friend’s face — while Ailsa still babbling on.
          ‘Well, if it isn’t Valentino Rossi himself.’ Fergus started watching human motor racing a while back and he adored it so much he uses the names of famous drivers too often. ‘And I don’t get the Harry Potter stuff, you know that. Well, you two awkward relationshit lovers have fun. I’m going to look for Sully. Oh, and we’re doing shots later — you, Feliks and me. So be there, dipshit.’
          ‘. . . A Patronus is an animal that protects you against Dementors.’
          Fergus looks towards Ailsa again, squeezing Val’s shoulder in the process. ‘Well, that was absolutely marvelous — my dear. I’m going to be a good host and splash some paint on people, I’ll catch you later for that beer pong competition.’ Fergus winks at Ailsa and Val before disappearing into the crowd behind them, looking for his partner while he dives away from dancing boys and girls.
          After seconds of looking, Fergus feels the skin on his neck tingling — the sign that combines Sully and him together as a team never disappoints him on finding her. Still, when he sees her standing next to one of the tables — he stops in his tracks and feels his mouth falling open.
          What the Hell? Sully looking like a man eating monster on killer heels? Fergus feels himself getting excited, thinking about the one night the two of them spent together. Eventually he shakes his head a few times, forcing himself to focus on her face — before walking up to her, still with a baffled look on his face. Sully never looked like. . . a girl — even though Fergus knows she definitely is one.
          ‘Sully — hey. . .’ Fergus stops in front of Sully, noticing she’s longer due to those heels and he doesn’t need to look down so much. Again, he forces himself to keep his gaze on her face — but when he feels his eyes drifting towards the bright red lipstick multiple times, he settles on her eyes and keeps his gaze locked on them. ‘I wanted to make a monster comment, me being Mike Wazowski and all — but. . . . damn, Sully.’ Fergus couldn’t hide his excitement or surprise even if there would be a gun to his head.
          ‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before. . . It suits you. Your legs. . .’ Wrong. Fergus’s eyes dart towards Sully’s legs and he forgets how to speak any words. Scraping his throat, he looks up again. ‘You’re going to attract so much male attention tonight. You up for it? Should I cover you in black paint so you can disappear against the background?’